Taste Test: Gamers

by Gamers (lit)

  Ian shook his head. “I’m not pissed that he’s gone. Like I said, he was a dick. I’m mad that he hurt you… that he was willing to throw away something that you put so much effort into and that he tried to take you away from your friends, from me.”

  “Thanks.” Leon didn’t know what else to say. This whole situation would have been easier if his friend was drunk, but he knew that it took more than one beer to do that.

  “I wouldn’t do that, you know.” Ian leaned closer and trailed his fingers over Leon’s cheek. “I would love you just the way you are.”

  “Very funny.”

  “Who said I was joking?”

  Okay… Things were getting a little too weird, too tense. Leon stood to go. “Wow, it’s getting late. I should get going. I need to rest up for tomorrow.”

  “Leon, wait, don’t go.” Ian grabbed Leon by the wrist before he got too far and pulled him back toward the bed.

  “Look, we’re both tired and a little buzzed.” Leon dropped his gaze somewhere between the bed and the floor. It was hard to think straight, let alone talk, with Ian looking at him so intently. “I should go before either of us says something that we’ll regret later.”

  “Can you at least hear me out?” Ian’s hand rested warmly on Leon’s arm. He must have thought that Leon would bolt if he let go. “Look, if you don’t like what I have to say, you can go and we’ll pretend that none of this ever happened, okay?”

  “And we’ll still be friends?”

  “Totally.” Ian winked at him. “We’ll blame it on the drinking.”

  “Okay.”

  “Good.” Ian patted Leon’s arm and headed for the mini-fridge. “First things first, I’m getting another beer to keep my courage up. Do you want one?”

  “Sure.” Leon took a deep breath. He might need it, depending on how things went.

  Ian sat back down next to Leon and handed him another beer. He looked so serious and that was weird. Ian was never serious, at least with him. “I meant it, you know.”

  “What?”

  “When I said that I loved you. I always thought you were hot, but watching you with Peter made me realize what a sweetheart you are, too.”

  “You did? Why didn’t you say anything until now?” Leon blinked at Ian. He still couldn’t believe that they were having this conversation.

  “You were Peter’s boyfriend when we met, remember? He was my friend first and I didn’t want to screw him over.” Ian shrugged and blew a bit of spiky, black hair out of his eyes. “Besides, you were happy and that was good enough for me.”

  “What changed things?”

  “Peter did, I guess. First when he cheated on you, then when he tried to blame it on you. It pissed me off and I realized that you meant more to me than he did.” Ian shrugged. “I know it’s a shitty thing to say, especially since he was my friend first, but I can’t help it.” He glanced at Leon hopefully. “Am I making any sense?”

  “Um, yeah…” Leon wanted to kick himself. He had more to say, loads more, but he couldn’t find the words. His brain had to go to mush now, of all times.

  “I just thought I’d bring it up. After all, it’s not every day I have you and a hotel room all to myself.”

  “Ian…”

  “It’s cool if you’re not interested.” Ian said quietly. Leon could see the disappointment on his friend’s face. “I already told you, I’m not going to stop being your friend or anything.”

  “But I am interested.” Leon cautiously slipped his hand into Ian’s and gave it a squeeze. “I just didn’t know how to tell you. You’re the best friend I have a-and I didn’t want to lose that.”

  “Why can’t we be both?” Ian’s fingers caught Leon’s chin and pushed his face up.

  “Both?”

  “Friends and lovers.”

  “Ooh… but--” Leon blinked, his grey-green eyes meeting Ian’s light brown ones. Ian’s hand shifted to cup Leon’s head, drawing him closer. Before Leon could say anything else, Ian pulled him into a deep kiss.

  Oh, damn. Leon closed his eyes and leaned into his friend. Warm, soft lips pressed against his with the barest hint of tongue. Leon could taste Ian’s beer and something vaguely sweet and cinnamony. He’d had no idea that kissing could be so intense. Leon had to remember to breathe, but it was hard with Ian there short-circuiting his brain.

  Ian grinned at him. “You okay?”

  “I will be if you kiss me again.”

  “I want to do more than just kiss you, you know.”

  “Yay for me!” Leon laughed. He blushed a little. “Sorry, I’ve been hoping that this would happen for a while now.”

  “Oh?” Ian tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. “Just hoping?”

  “Hoping, dreaming, maybe jacking off…” Leon gasped as Ian’s fingers slid over the bulge in his shorts.

  “Is that why you took so long in the shower?” Ian tugged Leon’s shorts down and tossed them aside.

  Leon wiggled out of his shirt and gave his friend a shy smile. “Maybe…”

  “Oh, that must have been a sight. You, all wet and soapy, pulling on that sweet cock of yours.” Ian pushed Leon onto his back and nipped at his chin. “I bet you make the cutest face when you come, too.”

  “Ian!” Leon squeaked. He couldn’t help it, not with Ian’s hand wrapped around his cock, teasing him.

  “I guess I’ll find out tonight, huh?”

  “S-so, how are we doing this?” Leon reached up. He wanted to touch, too, damn it. His hands slid over those broad shoulders and pulled Ian closer.

  “I’m going to stick my cock in that sweet ass of yours and fuck you until you come. That’s how it usually works, anyway.”

  “That’s not what I meant, dumb ass.” Leon slapped Ian on the shoulder teasingly. “We don’t have the proper… gear… equipment. You know what I mean.”

  “I have condoms and lube in my backpack.” Luckily, Ian’s backpack was on the floor at the foot of the bed, so he didn’t have to go far. He rummaged around and pulled out a couple of condoms and a small, plastic tube. “I’m always prepared. I used to be a Boy Scout, you know.”

  “Why do I get the feeling that you were planning this?”

  “Hoping. Like I said, I always thought you were sexy.” Ian stood and eased out of his jeans and underwear.

  Leon bit his lip hungrily. Ian looked even better naked than he’d imagined. Not too buff and not too skinny, with long, lean legs and smooth skin that was lightly bronzed everywhere. Leon’s gaze wandered to Ian’s long, curved cock, which was already hard and straining eagerly against a tight, flat belly. Oh, damn.

  “Like what you see?” Ian grinned and ran his fingers up the underside of his cock.

  “Yeah.”

  “You can touch me, you know. I don’t bite, unless you want me to.”

  Leon reached out carefully and wrapped his fingers around hard, velvety flesh. Ian almost purred in contentment and rocked forward, pushing his cock against Leon’s hand. Encouraged, Leon tightened his grip a little and stroked Ian slowly. A few drops of pre-come oozed from the tip of his friend’s cock, tempting Leon to take things a little further.

  “Can I taste you, too?”

  “What ever you want, baby.” Ian groaned and bucked his hips harder against Leon’s hand. Oh, he must have liked that.

  Leon leaned closer and flicked his tongue over the tip of Ian’s prick. He lapped at that long, thick cock again, this time from base to crown.

  “Mm, do that again.”

  How could he say no to that? Leon licked at Ian again then wrapped his lips around the tip of Ian’s cock and sucked gently. Warm fingers tangled in his hair and pushed him lower. Leon closed his eyes and relaxed his throat. He wasn’t great at blowjobs, at least according to his ex, anyway, but he was going to try.

  “Easy…” Ian tugged on Leon’s hair, pulling him off his cock. “I’m going to pop if you keep doing that.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” Leon glanced up
and dropped a quick kiss on his friend’s stomach.

  “No, but I’d rather do that fine ass of yours.”

  “Ooh, how do you want me?”

  “On your back, I want to see your face when I slide in.” Ian pushed Leon backwards onto the bed and dove in for another deep, tongue-wrestling kiss.

  Leon’s arms slipped around Ian’s neck and pulled him closer. It felt so good to be pressed against that gorgeous body, with Ian’s thick cock rubbing against his own. Leon arched his hips, trying for a bit more friction. Of course, if Ian kept that up, he was going to come. Not that it would be such a bad thing.

  Ian pulled back and settled between Leon’s spread knees. “Mm, damn you’re sexy.”

  Leon threw the tube of lube at his friend’s head. “Stop teasing and do me before I explode!”

  Of course, Ian caught the tube before it hit him, agile bastard. “Can’t have that. The maids would have a fit.”

  “Jacka--” Leon gasped as two slick fingers circled his hole and pushed inside.

  Ian scissored his fingers, stretching Leon a little more. “You were saying?” He added a third finger and pushed deeper.

  “Ooh, just fuck me, already!” Those fingers in Leon’s ass curled and nudged his gland, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his brain. “Ian!”

  “Okay, okay… But next time, I’m taking my time, whether you explode or not.”

  Leon had a comeback to that. Really, he did, but Ian was over him, trailing hot, wet kisses over his chest while those fingers of his worked their magic. Damn, that was good, but Leon was pretty sure that Ian’s prick would be even better.

  Ian pulled away just long enough to slip on a rubber and slick himself up. Then he was back, nipping at Leon’s neck and rubbing that hard length against Leon’s ass. “Ready for me?”

  Leon nodded and without another word Ian pushed into him. They moved together, Leon lifting his ass off the bed to meet each push of Ian’s hips. Leon tangled his hands in his lover’s dark hair and kissed him hungrily.

  “You close, baby?”

  “Mmn!” Leon moaned as Ian’s still slick fingers wrapped around his prick and started to stroke him. “Oh, fuck… Ian!”

  Ian picked up his pace, alternating between long, slow thrusts and quick, short ones. Each push of his cock was matched by his hand and that was more than enough to push Leon over the edge. Hot spunk seeped between them as Leon slumped against the bed, panting breathlessly.

  “Damn.” Ian braced himself over Leon’s sweat-damp body, trying to catch his breath. “You’re like a vise.”

  “Um, thanks…” Leon blushed a little. He wasn’t used to hearing things like that, especially out of Ian’s mouth. Warm fingers touched his cheek, distracting him.

  “And you do make really cute faces when you come,” Ian whispered as he kissed Leon on the nose.

  “Next time, I’m keeping my eyes open, so I can see what kind of face you pull.”

  “Not if I’m fucking you senseless.”

  “Jackass.”

  Ian got serious for a moment. “I love you.”

  “Love you, too.” Leon ran his fingers through Ian’s silky hair.

  “And I’m glad we finally did this.”

  “Same here.” Leon tried not to yawn, but wasn’t very successful. Sex on top of three games of Fantasy made for a very long day. “So what do you want to do now?”

  “We should get cleaned up and get some sleep.” Ian stood and stretched wearily. “We still have a tournament to play in.”

  “Couldn’t we just forget the last two games and sleep in?” Leon glanced hopefully at his lover. “I’d make it worth your while…”

  “Hmm, how about we play our games tomorrow, then make like bunnies afterward? I want to see that army of yours win Best Painted, remember?”

  “Fine,” Leon sighed as he followed Ian to the bathroom.

  Ian slipped his arm around Leon’s slim waist and pulled him close. “Come on, babe. After everything’s over, I’ll make sure you get to play with me all you want.”

  “Okay, but I’m holding you to that.”

  ***

  Leon rolled over and burrowed a little deeper into the blankets. He didn’t want to get up yet. He didn’t want to think about where he was or why he wasn’t in his own bed. Sleep was a little more important at the moment.

  “Come on, sweet cheeks, we need to get up.”

  Leon blinked as someone shook his shoulder. What the hell? Who would be in bed with him? Did he pick someone up last night? Right… Because Leon made a habit of trolling game conventions for one-night-stands and hot gamer sex. Okay, that wasn’t it. He blinked again, his eyes focusing on a very familiar face. Ian sat next to him, gorgeous and naked except for the bed sheet. Oh, that’s right. He and Leon made like bunnies last night. Wait a minute…

  Leon sat up, probably looking more startled than he meant to. Damn his sleepy brain.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, it took me a little while to remember what happened last night.” Leon looked away sheepishly. “It takes a little while for stuff to sink in, sometimes.”

  “I can tell.” Ian smiled and kissed him on the nose. “Morning, baby.”

  “Morning…” Another soft kiss landed on Leon’s lips, waking him up, or at least parts of him.

  “So, how are you feeling?”

  Leon leaned against Ian’s shoulder and snuggled closer. “Good.”

  “Any regrets?”

  “Only one.”

  “Really?” Ian got that worried look again.

  Leon nodded. “Yeah, that we didn’t do this sooner.”

  Ian grinned back. “Jerk. You’re lucky I love you.”

  Leon tugged Ian out of bed and pulled him towards the bathroom. “Come on. We should shower before we head down.”

  “Mm, you wet and naked, can’t wait.” Ian pushed Leon against the sink and lapped at his neck. “Do you think we have enough time?”

  “Depends on what we do in the shower.” Leon leaned over the tub to turn on the water. He wiggled his ass at his new lover. “Of course, I’m sure we can be a little late, too.”

  “Good!” Ian grinned as they both stumbled into the shower. “The only thing I have to do now is get you to move in with me.”

  Leon blinked. “Move in with you?”

  “Why not? We hang out together all the time anyway. Besides, I’d love to wake up with you in my bed every morning.”

  Strong arms slipped around Leon’s waist and pulled him against Ian’s chest. Their cocks slid together as the steamy water slicked them up. How could he say no to that?

  Deke Takes a Turn

  by H. B. Kurtzwilde

  “Okay, sandwich, chips, soda, smokes, fresh ash tray... right.” Deke deployed provisions between Gerry's game consoles. “Did you need anything else? Blow job? Wild sex?”

  “I am asking you nicely to please fuck off,” Gerry repeated for the fifth time running. “I am under a deadline here. These levels aren't going to test themselves.”

  “Okay,” Deke replied and bounced on out of the den.

  Gerry hesitated, knew he should be kinder considering the realities of his situation. But the deadlines... those were no joke. Nevermind now that sleep was a kind of glorious memory. Nevermind that his hands were stiff and painful. His body burned for rest after three days of sleep deprivation, and that after weeks of plain old hard work. He had his groove and it was vital to what he'd only just found out he could do.

  He wasn't bothered for a second how insane he would look to an outsider. He had known from the beginning what he loved to do. It had simply taken a very long time to figure out how he could actually make these wonderful toys. The deadlines were critical. Deke had taught him that rule first and final just to get him started on this crazy career move.

  When he’d first seen Deke, he had wanted to touch that impossible smile and see if he could make it happen on his own. He hadn't been a professional. He'd only been marginally employe
d.

  Deke had talked endlessly then, of old masters and creative discipline, how true passion was the only joy worth pursuing. Deke had hectored endlessly about Gerry's hopes and dreams, never believing for an instant that he had none and wanted only to get by in life with minimal worry and effort. When he had finally admitted to owning six game consoles and three suitcases full of cartridges, disks, and other childish collections, he'd figured he was finished.